The Hollow World — New Poems

I walk this world I hate to touch,
 A barren stretch, a broken clutch,
 Where love is bruised and anger’s cursed,
 A place that’s nothing but its worst.
 The coven’s whispers claw my skin,
 A battle fought from deep within.
 I’ve loved, I’ve lost, I’ve bled, I’ve cried—
 But still I stand, though dead inside.
 The world, it presses, suffocates,
 I feel the weight of tangled fates.
 I fight the tide, I sink in slow,
 A prisoner in what I know.
 Numb to fury, stiff with pain,
 I’m drained, I drown, I break, I gain.
 But what’s the cost of all this strife?
 A shattered soul, a hollow life.
 The battles rage, but I can’t see
 A reason left to ever be.
 I fight, I lose, I’m stuck, I stay—
 In this cruel game, I’ve lost my way.
 It’s always with the world of love,
 A twisted, tainted, broken glove.
 No matter how far I might run,
 I’m bound by all the things I’ve done.